She blinked her eyes like there was absolutely no problem, the side of her mouth still stained from the ketchup. Slowly, she licked the side of her mouth and this clearly pissed him off the most.
"I said who are you?" He demanded angrily.
"Relax, I'm Yvette." She responded.
He was already losing his patience. Clearly, Lisa had pulled a fast one on them and the heavens alone knew where she had gone.
"Where's she?" He demanded.
"Huh?" She was acting the classic dummy at this point.
The entire staff and people present including all others that remained from those who had come in their group were already worried about her. No one dared step up for her as they feared for what he might do or how he would react towards them.
"I would not be nice again, don't think I do not manhandle women. Where is Lisa Picasso?" He demanded.
"Gosh. You should have just said the name. How on earth was I supposed to know who you were referring to?" She demanded, nonchalantly still.
